The Sedalia weekly bazoo. [volume] (Sedalia, Mo.) 187?-1904, 1887-04-05

called Tommy 10 us TOOu anu Ques-
toned him as 10 the nature of his infor-
nation.
perhaps YOU will excuse my enter
ing into that, SIR said Tommy, with
the utmost GOODNESS.
Mr. Hodgson dismissed Mathers To
his work with dissatisfied grunt and
wave of his hand, and Immediately
set to-work TO have the shares of the
, Mudford Company changed for other
securities. Tommy, who managed TO
know most of what happened at the
bank, noted the fact and reiOiced.
Within six weeks the shareholders of
the Mudford Chemical Company met
and resolved TO 90 into liquidation:
and, though Mr.. Hodgson did not think
it worth while To thank the junior clerk
for the information he had given.
Tommy was perfectly satisfied. He
knew that people do not forget things
which save their pockets.
IL happened that some months
after the incident of the Mud
ford Chemical Company, Messrs.
Eodgson had important business
TO transact in Turin. and it was
thought advisable that the senior part
ner should proceed To that city TO look
after ii. There was some idea, if the
present seemed favorable, of starting a
branch house there. The question then
arose, which of the clerks should ac-
company the head of the firm as a
secretary; and Mr.. Hodgson, mindful
of the service which Mathers had
rendered him. consulted the head
cashier on the propriety of the selec-
ton. Parkinson, it happened, had a
fayOrite of his own, and Tommy would
have lost his opportunity if he had not
remembered that at one time, when he
was bent on acquiring foreign tongues,
he had spent his evenings for few
months over an Italian grammar He
contrived TO let this fact be known, and
i'm due time Mr.. Parr Uniformed his senior
partner that cit seemed that young
Mathers knew something of the
language"
ppliAs AOhiAilN
ceived his orders, and in three days
more found himself on board the Dover
and Calais packet, in Charge of large
dispatch box and Mr.. HOdgson's bulky
portmantelus. The journey was by
no means a comfortable one. for the
young man found that he was expected
TO travel second class, and generally
act as a courier to his employer. When
at last Turin was reached, things were
no better Mathers found that his
Italian went but very little way; and.
besides, he had to do the work of three
clerks. Sometimes he was tempted TO
regret that he had left his comfortable
rooms i'm Torrington square, Blooms
bury; but in his calmer moments he
reflected that at least he was occupying
a different position from that of the
rest of his fellow clerks.
The chief man i'm Turin. 80 far ~
HOdgsOn, Dunford & PaTr were con-
cerned, was certain Count Marsoni.
The Counts nobility did not prevent
his being the principal member of a
large firm of merchants and ship own
ers. To cultivate this man was, in
deed, the chief reason of Mr.. Hodg-
sons Journey to Turin; and, as the old
banker knew very well how to lay
aside his cIusty and pompous manner
when il suited his book To do SO, he
soon came to be not infrequent guest
Mt the Villa Marsoni. Mr. Hodgson
began TO see that there WAS very fair
opening for an English bank at Turin,
and he was still engaged in pushing his
way here and there, when he received
news that his wife was seriously i'll.
This made him hurry off To England.
leaving Mathrrs behind him To COM
plete transaction which he had al
ready practically arranged.
Delighted at being left Ia represent
the firm. for ever 50 short time, and
ever so formal Il matter, YltherS was
pacing one day down the principal
street of the city with a look of con-
siderable Importance on his face when
he met Count Mar>oni. The Count
stopped and asked after the old bank
er. when Tommy proudly informed
him that he had returned To England,
leaving him in charge of the firm.
-''Ah, indeed! Well, there's little
matter wanted to speak of TO him
IL shall be happy to serve YOU,
Count" said Tommy, in his very best
Italian.
We'll, suppose You dine with us to-
night, and we can talk il over after
dinner" returned the Count, who
thought he ought TO show little attcn-
ton To the lonely Englishman.
OF course the invitation was accept
ed, and Tommy had no sooner entered
the drawim%-rOOm at the Villa Marsoni
than he lost his heart at once, ire